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Saturday, March 14, 2015

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Title: Snake in the Grass: Hero’s Sword Vol. 4

Author: M.E. Sutton

Genre: Middle Grade, Adventure, Fantasy

Things are getting interesting at Tanner Middle School. The
only official candidate for student council president is Jaycee’s nemesis,
Trina Poppelman. Plus there’s a new girl in school. At first glance, she looks
like she’d fit right in with the cheerleaders, but Jaycee senses something
different about her.

Things are getting interesting in Mallory, too. Lady Starla
is expecting an Imperial envoy to discuss new taxes. She plans to oppose the
measure and asks Lyla to stand by her side in a show of support. However, when
the envoy goes missing, the situation becomes a lot more serious than a
proposed tax increase.

In this fourth installment of the Hero’s Sword series, Lyla
and Roger hit the road to find a missing envoy before Starla pays the ultimate
price for his disappearance. Along the way, Jaycee learns that winning isn’t
always the end-game result.

Author Bio

Mary Sutton has been making up stories, and creating her own
endings for other people’s stories, for as long as she can remember. After ten
years, she decided that making things up was far more satisfying than writing
software manuals, and took the jump into fiction.

She writes the HERO’S SWORD middle-grade fantasy series as
M.E. Sutton and finds a lot of inspiration in the lives of her own kids. A
lifelong mystery fan, she also writes crime fiction, including THE LAUREL
HIGHLANDS MYSTERIES, under the pen name Liz Milliron. Her short fiction has
been published at Uppagus.com, Mystericale.com (Fall 2013), and in LUCKY
CHARMS: 12 CRIME TALES (December 2013).

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Charming
book with a great message. While I have
not read the other books in the series, it was fairly easy to pick up the main
idea and follow along with the story.
Reading the whole series would have been beneficial but I was able to
follow along without much problem.

The
basic premise is that a girl jumps into a video game world set around the time
of Knights and castles and becomes the champion of the region. In this story she get called to the realm to
provide emotional and psychological strength to the ruler. However thing unravel quickly leading her to
be needed in her role of champion.

This
was a quick read for me and is perfect for the younger reader, upper elementary
school and middle school readers. The
story also talks about standing up for those who cannot or will not stand up
for themselves and putting yourself out there to take a chance. I love the message and the great story that
presents it.

I
give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.

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affects my opinions or reviews.

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Title: Strings

Author: Kat
Green

Genre: Romance /
Mystery / New Adult

The rise of the Black Eagles was
meteoric, from band practice in the garage to global stars almost overnight.

And Melissa Webb, the beautiful
girlfriend of the front man, appeared to have it all.

But when Luke Black disappears without a trace
and Melissa wakes up in a hospital bed after a savage attack, her perfect world
is shattered and their lives are plunged into a potentially deadly crisis.

Where is Luke, and can he be found before it is
too late?

Author Bio

Kat Green was born Nov 1979 into a
military family and moved around a lot during her childhood. This shaped her
into the person she is today. She is at ease with meeting new people and
adapting to new surroundings. Her family roots are from Stoke-on-Trent,
Staffordshire. Kat now lives with her husband and son on the south coast of
England, Portsmouth. She doesn't pretend to be the best and is still growing as
a writer and having fun along the way. She loves books and has a busy
imagination. Her love for music plays a big part in her first novel called
Strings. Kat loves to watch live bands and can usually be found at gigs around
the UK. In 2010 she lost her mother to blood cancer and it was time to put her
words on a page and stop worrying about what people might say 'Life is too
short and precious to waste' is her motto. Writing is her passion and her
escape.

It was a strange
feeling, having complete strangers so interested in what you were doing, but
that was what they were trying to achieve to make the band successful, and was
something they would have to get used to. Luke decided to post his own picture,
and took a snap of Melissa, who was deep in conversation with Dale. He posted
it, creating a buzz about how pretty the blonde was, and who was she?

‘What
the fuck is she doing here?’ Melissa
yelled as Amber, out of nowhere, casually walked through Toby’s patio doors,
and confidently made her way towards Luke.

‘Hey,
baby,’ she purred, placing her hand on his chest. Luke immediately recoiled and
swept her hand away. Her expression turned from a smile to a frown. She was
wearing a tight pink dress, and her hair was a little windswept.

‘What
are you doing here?’ Luke yelled.

‘Is
she mental?’ Beth looked genuinely shocked, but ready to drag the girl out.
Dale took her hand, and held her back.

‘You didn't call
like you promised. Last night was amazing,’ Amber purred, looking up at Luke
and leaving him open-mouthed in amazement.

‘You
have actually lost the plot,’ Luke said, looking anxiously at Melissa, who was
on her feet and obviously seething.

‘What
is she talking about?’ A feeling of dread rose in Melissa’s stomach as she
checked his expression – she was encouraged that he seemed to be as confused as
everyone else.

‘I’ve
no idea. Don’t listen to her, Liss. You know she’s nuts!’

‘Amber,
get out of my house. I mean it, leave now!’ Toby intervened and attempted to
take control of the situation, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her back out
of the patio doors. But she yanked her arm from his grasp and turned to
Melissa. Her grin was almost evil.

‘Ask
him where he was last night after band practice? He wasn't with you, was he?’
She pointed at herself and mouthed the words, ‘he was with me’.

Review:

A heartfelt romance set in the Rock and Roll music scene. This story has it all, music, love, sex, drugs, kidnappings, attempted murder, and best of all a happy ending. This story totally made me cry, which sometimes is what I like...although it freaked my husband out to wake up with me crying. You think after 22 years he would be used to it.

This is a great read and I highly recommend it. I give this book 5 out of 5 clouds. But keep the tissues handy.

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product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my
opinions or reviews.

Friday, March 13, 2015

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Book

Title: Seducing
Adam

Author: LizAnn
Carson

Genre:
Contemporary Romance

His plans could
devastate her island.
But the island had other plans for him.

Stacie Halloran was perfectly content running her bed and
breakfast in Windon Harbor, on Malaspina Island off the Pacific coast of
Canada. Or maybe not perfectly content, since there was a decided shortage of
eligible men of a certain age on Malaspina.

But it was home, and it was a living.

Then the hot-shot executive from the timber company that
owned Nathan’s Forest turned up. Adam Fraser’s presence had the whole island
talking – and watching his every move. Because there was only one reason for him
to be on their island: his company planned to cut down their forest. Adam was
the Enemy, sent to make nice with the natives.

Talk about the last thing Stacie needed. The Enemy was under
her roof, and with his big-city vibes he was a fish out of water in tiny Windon
Harbor. Then, wouldn’t you know? He had to go and kiss her right there in the
guest lounge. Definitely the last thing she needed. Because whatever she
thought about that kiss – and she thought plenty – a battle was looming, and
they were on opposite sides.

The lines were drawn. But for Adam, it all came down to a
brown-eyed bed-and-breakfast owner and an old house on a hill. Because once
Malaspina Island wove its spell, all bets were off.

Author Bio

I write in Victoria, British Columbia, a smallish city
that's large enough to have all modern conveniences, but not so large as to
have hours-long traffic jams or heavy duty pollution. I can follow a trail to
my local supermarket, or be downtown by bus in twenty minutes.

Besides writing, I enjoy a variety of crafts, these days including beading
(yes, with those teeny beads you need a magnifying glass to see) and collage. I
like weight training and yoga, although my knees are acting up these days. I
walk with my husband a lot.

My personal motto: in all things, beauty. Whether it’s in writing, craft,
relationships, or simply appreciating all we’re given, I try to see the world
through this lens.

Inspired by the classic novelThe
Secret Garden, Jane Yates introduces us to a steampunk world of bio-domes,
robots and mysteries. Eleven-year-old Aberdeen is so used to being by herself
that all she has to fill her thoughts are stories of mighty dragons and grand
castles. But Aberdeen’s world is soon thrown into disarray however; her parents
murdered.

Having no choice, Aberdeen is sent to live with her uncle back
on Earth where her fascination into her new surroundings begin to take hold. It
isn’t long before Aberdeen befriends three other children – Maisy, Peter and
Lenard.

Oh, and there’s Frank too, Peter’s robot dog, who completes this
special circle of friendship.

Gardenis a journey of
self-discovery, of trials and friendship. With adventure boundless, Jane Yates
follows up her acclaimedParadox
Child trilogy with a new tale for young fans of steampunk and science
fiction.

Praise for Garden

‘Garden is very charming with some
lovely parallels …’ – Sharon Sant – Author of The Sky Song trilogy

‘This is an absolutely lovely story
with a really intriguing mystery …’ – Jaimie Admans – Author of
Afterlife Academy

‘Jane Yates has written a wonderful
story of self-growth, courage and learning how to love.’ – Book Raiders
Blog

Author Information:

Jane lives
in the historic city of Oxford, England with her two spaniels. She works at the
Pitt Rivers museum there too and is amazed and inspired by its wondrous array
of objects. Being a museum of anthropology and world archaeology, Jane
often finds herself influenced by its exhibitions. And indeed it has helped
Jane write a trilogy for children – the Paradox Child series.

Jane is not only a mother, artist and storyteller, but dyslexic
too, which only highlights her success even more. Jane refuses to allow the
disorder to halt her dreams and continues to enjoy her favourite hobbies. Jane
is a lover of steampunk, adventure and children’s stories, which often play a
huge role in her own books.

Deep in space, Aberdeen sat on a balcony overlooking a grand party her
mother hosted. Everyone wore their finest clothes. The music was loud; a type
of remixed jazz. Aberdeen searched her mother out among the crowd of guests.
Upon spotting her, she gazed at her mother’s attire; a long silk dress, the
colour of shock blue. This was matched by elaborate feathers and sparkling
jewels that hung in her blue hair. Her mother’s hair swung down her back, which
highlighted her large dragon tattoo. Aberdeen eyed the lead in her mother’s
hand and followed it to the golden robot dog sat beside her. It was tall and
thin, and even from where Aberdeen sat, she could see the cogs moving inside it
as if it had a tiny heart beating.

Aberdeen’s mother laughed gaily. She had the full attention of a young
officer with braided hair, who was smartly dressed in his green and gold
uniform. As he chuckled along, his head dropped back and a cool thin line of
rose-smelling cigarette smoke slid from the corner of his mouth.

Aberdeen continued to watch the party from above. As usual, there was no
sign of her father; probably in the engine room of the ship, she guessed. She
browsed at all the fresh fruit and flowers in the tall bowls and glasses
decorating the table. She knew that they had been picked up the last time the
ship had docked at one of the satellite stations. She had learnt that the
fragrant, exotic flowers had been grown in large artificial garden domes and
she longed to see one.

She looked down in awe at the musicians. A large man sat at a glass
piano, his fingers elegantly flitting from key to key. Aberdeen could see his
fat belly though through the transparent top of the piano; it wobbled
tastelessly as he played, a huge contrast to his regal demeanour. Aberdeen also
noticed a tall, skinny man, strumming a black shinny double base and three
female trumpeters who all wore brown and white stripy suits.

Draped from the metallic ceiling were candle-shaped lights, and in
between them dancers gambolled on trapeze ropes. They wore porcelain masks and
flamboyantly displayed peacock feathers, midnight blue and jade green, in their
hair. They matched the rhythm of the quintet perfectly, Aberdeen thought.

The floor was polished to a high shine and Aberdeen could see the
refection of the sociable people in it. In the corner of the room was an old
gentleman who caught Aberdeen’s interest. Upon his head was a black top hat and
he rested a glass monocle on his eye, which magnified his golden brown iris so
even Aberdeen could see. His long twisting moustache made Aberdeen giggle.

There were no children however, and Aberdeen wondered what the workers’
children were up to. She suddenly felt quite alone.

Aberdeen picked up some of the plastic cocktail sticks that had been dropped
on the floor; planting them along the edge of the balcony and playfully
imagining them growing into amazing flowers. She soon tired of the game and
thought about going downstairs to join the party, but knew that her mother
would not be pleased; her mother felt that children should be seen but not
heard and, where possible, not seen at all. Her mother had not wanted children.
Aberdeen knew she hadn’t been planned and her mother, a socialite, did not have
time for her, nor did she wish for her daughter to mix with the other children
on the ship, as these were the workers’ children. The elite children had been
shipped off to boarding school, but Aberdeen had not settled in well there and
caused fights with the other children. She was returned to her parents in
disgrace.

Aberdeen had wanted to play with the ship workers’ children, but her mother, on
one of her brief and rare visits to see her daughter, told her horrid stories
about them. “They have revolting lice in their hair,” she had said, and “Do you
want them to jump at you and bite you?”

So instead Aberdeen spent all her time in the company of her robot
nanny; her Guardian. Her Guardian was programed to do whatevershe wanted, as
long as it did not disturb the child’s parents. It was efficient but uncaring,
which had led partly to Aberdeen becoming the same way. The Guardian was
responsible for her education too and arranged her meals and even dressed her.
It was also programmed to tell stories. The wondrous tales and adventures of
frightful dragons and grand castles were her favourite and she would spend her
time imagining dragons flying around her room acting out her own brave
endeavours.

Early the next morning, Aberdeen awoke thinking she had heard screams
and cries for help. Frightened, she locked her door and snuggled tightly
underneath her covers. The thick duvet muffled the cries from outside, and
before long, she had drifted back to sleep.

When she awoke some hours later, having convinced herself that the
commotion from the night before had been a terrible nightmare, she opened her
door and sat on her bed waiting for her Guardian. Minutes later, it still
hadn’t appeared.

Aberdeen browsed her room to pass more time; it was only fair she
allowed her Guardian a little extra before she left the room. Her room was
plain compared with the lavish party setting of downstairs, although she knew
she could have it decorated any way she desired. She chose to not have a lot.
What she liked doing the most was playing with her robot snake. Aberdeen was
content with her few intimate toys rather than having extravagant playthings
she had no need of. She had books, but she preferred to be read to. The
furniture was clinical white, undecorated and simplistic in design. Everything
served a purpose and there wasn’t even a carpet on the floor, just white lino.
There were pictures on the wall, but none that she had chosen, as if put there
by someone who had no knowledge of her at all.

She suddenly remembered the soft toys she once had, which consisted
mostly of dragons, but they had been stored away when she had been sent off to
school. Her mother, still angry at Aberdeen’s quick return, as if she was but a
nuisance, had not retrieved them yet. She much preferred her robot snake
anyway.

Aberdeen felt herself becoming increasingly frustrated; why wasn’t her
Guardian coming to dress her? She wasn’t used to waiting. When the rage become
too much, Aberdeen jumped and stamped her feet screaming for the Guardian to
come. When it still hadn’t arrived, she sulked down the hallway until she came
to the balcony. All the food and glasses were still left set out, but there
wasn’t anyone around. Aberdeen descended the staircase and quickly snatched
some of the food. On her way back to her room, she grabbed an opened bottle of
wine.

As she crossed the polished floor however, she froze and looked at her
sad reflection. Her plain looks gave way to a sour jawline, giving the
impression that she rarely smiled. In truth, Aberdeen realised that she hardly
did. Her shapeless chestnut hair appeared dull. She looked as far away from the
fashionable figure of her mother. Her words rung in her mind.

Spoilt, bad tempered little child!

Aberdeen promptly scooted back to her room. Perhaps her Guardian had
arrived.

Aberdeen was furious to find it hadn’t. She slid her food underneath her
bed and squeezed under herself, thinking mean thoughts. She ate some of the
food and sipped the wine, which made her sleepy. Eventually, not realising how
long had passed, and getting rather bored, she played with her small robot
snake. She built high obstacles out of plastic bricks for it to slither around.
She tried to imagine that the snake was a dragon from one of her stories and
that the bricks were castles. When she had drained the wine however, Aberdeen
soon found herself slipping into a slumber.

But when she awoke, her angry temperament hadn’t left her. Where was her
Guardian?

Just then, outside her bedroom door she heard two muffled grown-up
voices.

“It’s a shame; she was beautiful, taken in the prime of her life,” the
first voice said.

“She was a mother too,” the second voice replied. “I hear she had
a child, a girl, although nobody ever really saw her.”

Aberdeen got out from under her bed and opened the door. She frowned at
two officers who were stood in the hallway wearing gas masks.

“Oh, look, Barnabas, there’s a child here, alone in a place like this!”
one of them said, pointing and grabbing another mask from his bag which was
slung over his shoulder.

“Who is she?” the second offer asked.

“I’m Aberdeen Gale,” Aberdeen introduced herself, pulling herself up as
tall as she could and staring at them both.

“Oh, this must be the girl no one ever saw. Poor thing, she must have
been forgotten,” the first officer said, holding out the mask for her to put
on. Aberdeen glared at the mask; it was a strange shape, light brown in colour
with two round windows for eyes. She spotted a dull copper filter hanging from
it. The gas mask itself could have been really old if it not for the fact that
there was a green triangular light flashing on it.

“I don’t like it!” Aberdeen shouted, folding her arms across her body
and scowling at the men.

“Oh, the poor thing, she’s frightened,” Barnabas said, a hint of
patronisation in his voice.

“I’m not poor at all,” Aberdeen snapped. “My father is in charge of the
ship. I need you to take me to him at once as my robot has not come for me.”

Barnabas knelt down next to Aberdeen. “You poor child,” he said softly.
“Everyone is dead. There was a distress signal, which we picked up.” He helped
her to put on the gas mask.

Aberdeen could not believe what she was hearing. She tugged at the gas
mask, rearranging its strange structure. It felt heavy on her face and it made
her want to itch her skin. Barnabas offered her a smile. He looked to his
colleague for support, who continued to talk as if Aberdeen was invisible.

“Maybe the girl survived as she leads a solitary existence? Well, that
will have to change now.”

Barnabas continued to smile at her.

“You must come with us, my girl,” the other officer instructed, holding
his hand out to Aberdeen. “We need to take you off this ship and back to a
halfway station for quarantine. Juno is probably the nearest one.

“Your robot is not coming,” Barnabas told her as if he had sensed her
thoughts. “All the worker robot signals were shut down when the distress signal
was issued.”

Aberdeen glared at him, “I don’t believe you!”

“It’s true,” Barnabas said. “It’s part of the fail safe protocol. When
the distress signal is sent it allows for every eventuality, even robot attack,
so it shuts them down.”

Aberdeen stood still, her mind racing, she did not know what to do.

“It was some sort of virus,” Barnabas continued. “We are not sure of all
the facts as yet, but from what we can piece together it looks as if one of the
crew members released a fast acting, deadly virus as a grudge. We suspect a
chemist.”

Aberdeen must have looked blankly at him, as he continued. “We were on
our way to arrest him anyway. He had been developing new Class A drugs and had
become paranoid.”

Aberdeen took a step backwards unsure to believe them or not. She wasn’t
quite sure what ‘Class A’ drugs were, but she definitely didn’t like the sound
of them.

The other officer said, “Look, we haven’t got time for this. We need to
get you off this ship; it’s going to be decommissioned.”

Aberdeen ran back into her room and scooped up her snake and placed it
in her pocket, then followed the two officers along the corridor and away from
the only home she had ever known.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

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About The
Book

Title: Slumber

Author: Cassandra
Dean

Genre: Fantasy
Romance / Erotic Romance

The
Tailor has been tasked to find the princess…

Upon decree from his king, Sebastian, Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa,
embarks on the mission to fetch the Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal
Tour over. He didn’t expect to find her working with clockwork and gears,
encased within a coffin of glass. He did not expect the sight of her wild black
hair to set his heart to pound, or the flash of her dark eyes would heat his
blood. He did not expect he would want her so badly, not when he could never
have her.

The princess must become the Queen…

Thalia has always known she must return to the capital to prepare for the
throne. She did not expect her father to send the Tailor to fetch her, or that
this man with his extravagant clothes and subtle cosmetics would intrigue her
so well. There was something about him, something that spoke of danger and
secrets, even as his wicked mouth and knowing eyes made her yearn.

However, not everyone desires the
princess’s return. When they are attacked, they can only turn to each other.
Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love for all time?

Author Bio

Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published
author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SLUMBER,
is part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales and features Cassandra’s
take on Sleeping Beauty. Her next novel, SILK
& SCARS, is part of her popular Silk Series, featuring
Victorian Era lawyers and their happily ever after.

Cassandra is proud to call South Australia her home,
where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and creates her next tale.

The discordant note of a missed strike sounded rose from the
coffin, followed by a terse mutter. By the Maiden, was the princess cursing?

A sudden, terrible thought occurred. Was it the princess?
Surely she wouldn’t curse as if she were a dockworker Maybe it was his source
had lied about the gear worker being the lost princess. Maybe this wasn’t her
at all, and he would spend another three months trying to find the erstwhile
royal.

No. If it killed him, this would be her. He was not going to
waste any more time on this.

So decided, he intoned, “Princess,” in the clear, strong
voice he used to quell conversation.

The woman in the coffin—the princess, damn his eyes—started, and a loud clang
split the air, immediately followed by one of those deliciously vulgar curses.
Pulling out of the coffin, she glared at him.

His breath strangled in his throat. Heat stormed through
him, his cock hardening in his too-thin breeches.

Thrice-damned god, but she was arresting.

Wild ebony hair escaped from the band holding it back while
furious black eyes pilloried him, full lips pursed in displeasure. Her worker’s
clothes revealed more of her form than they should, the homespun shirt opened
to the middle of her breast bone. The undyed fabric seemed too rough for such
fine skin, the dull, off-white hue a contrast with her dusky flesh. The brown
leather harness of her trade nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts, while
trousers outlined full hips and long legs, the latter encased in knee-high
boots of soft brown leather capped with steel.

Quite insanely, he wanted to taste the damp skin revealed by
her shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

She had to be the princess. Only royalty could deal such a
stare.

“Doing?” he said.

She folded her arms beneath her breasts. He tried not to
notice how her action plumped her flesh deliciously through the leather. “Do
not come into a workroom and startle a gear worker, especially if she’s
wielding tools that could harm her, the object she works on, and your fat head
once she recovers herself.”

“My apologies, Princess.” He offered his most charming smile
and ignored how the darkening of her scowl made him harder. “I am the Tailor,
and I have been sent to fetch you home.”

Review:

I am
a huge fan of fairy tale retellings…when they are done as well as this
one. I have a special place in my heart
for Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty style tales, but I have to confess I prefer a
strong feminine heroine which is not always the case in those stories. In this story the heroine is strong and knows
what she wants, but also able to bend for love.
The dichotomy of the strength and frippery of the tailor add to the
pleasure of this story.

I
give this story 4.5 out of 5 clouds and strongly recommend it for the Good
Reads Fairy Tale Retelling group.

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product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my
opinions or reviews.

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